This week has been focused mostly on getting myself organized for the upcoming new year. The Bikini Beach Body Workouts are still coming along just fine. The end of week four has just breezed on by. The body is a little less sore, and a lot more firm! I now look forward to jump squats and pushups! Can you believe?!? The motto for...
This is week three of Kayla Itsines' Bikini Beach Body Workout. Still kicking my butt, but I like it! Our thrice weekly one-on-one sessions have evolved into a full blown workout taking up our entire rec center with hot girls galore joining in. We dim the lights down low, do our circuit workout, then twerk it out until our asses are super sore!...
Prison Transfer Tips:(1) Don't eat spicy Indian food - no matter how fancy the restaurant;(2) Don't stop and get sushi - not even at a world famous spot on the strip;(3) Buy a bag full of Dramamine;(4) Drink lots of water;(5) Ignore the little voice in your head telling you to make a run for it as your bus crosses into the desert....
I just got off the bus! Dude, I need a shower! Uh, not really. I made it to Cali smelling like a fresh desert flower. Some adventures just have to wait to be unveiled AFTER I leave prison. With my luck, the Feds will add ten years to my sentence for looking fabulous and smelling like a winner. Would you like a whiff...
This week, I'm on my way back to Cali - on a bus, no less. I'm excited, anxious, a little bit scared, but mostly I'm looking forward to the new chapter of my life that is about to unfold. The past few weeks have been so stressful for me. Not because of the anxiety of going to yet another unfamiliar prison environment, but...
The month of October is all about witches, goblins and ghosts, and all the things that go bump in the night. It's a season of celebration steeped in Pagan ritual and lore that has infiltrated mainstream American culture as cheap entertainment for the masses. Even in prison we get sucked into the spirit of the season. We celebrate with a Halloween themed carnival...
As a prisoner, there are only but a few ways to leave prison before your sentence is up - getting a pardon, snitching in exchange for some time off, escaping, or dying. If you opt for dying in prison, your death certificate will read, "Escaped by Death." No Kidding! As I was mulling this over in my own little head, it occurred to...
I had never before given myself the official "Wiccan" label until I came to prison, but only for a short while. To try it out. Then I took it back, and went back to just being me, an "Other". Although, as it turns out, that particular ideology did best define what has been my lifelong belief when it comes to spirituality. I had...
Okay, so, it's October, and it's like my FaVoRiTe time of year (except for Christmastime in New York), sigh!!! And, I'm. Still. Stuck. In. Prison! That's the price I have to pay for being a bad girl. Only, I was a pretty good girl all my life. You just wouldn't assume that by looking at me. Or judging me by all the fun...
Why Don't You Love Me? This is the loaded question I've been asking the LOML (aka love of my life) for the past five years of knowing him. All because I had temporarily forgotten my true worth when it came to loving him. Now that I am over the self-pity I allowed myself to indulge in while in prison, I'm now asking myself...
bryan federal prison camp
Don't Run in Prison (And Other Ways to Survive in the Wilderness)
12:55 PM I wish there was a more polite way of saying that state prison sucks. It does. And I can't think of one. Once you are sentenced at the state level, you are immediately whisked away to the local county jail where you will be processed in, and where you will wait for prison transport to come get you. This can take weeks, even...
There is a huge disparity between going to state prison versus federal prison. If you can avoid the state, I highly recommend it. Oftentimes, the state will pick up the charges on violation of state statute, and then the Feds will come in and piggyback on those same charges by changing the nature and scope of the alleged crime to fit nicely into...
I woke up in a fabulous mood this past Sunday morning! I slept in until 9 a.m., got up to fix myself a steaming cup of java juice, then I toted my cosmetics bag, curling iron, and MP3 player to the spa-like bathroom to make myself beautiful so I could start the day off right. I was meeting my friends for a pancake...
"The Mexican in me came out". That's my standard go-to every time I blow a fuse and lose my temper. This, depending on who you are, and whether you know how to push my buttons - could either be all the time, or rarely ever. "Do you think you're hurting me with those tiny little fists of yours?" The non-boyfriend would often ask...